Nothing pleased me more than remembering the passion I share with Michelangelo for bodies and muscles. As this wonderful character…The Sibyl of the Libyan dessert…daughter with Poseidon and Zeus’s blood running through her….Painting this I felt as if I were sitting alongside the old master…I shared my works of progress with a dear friend of the craft. He marvelled at how fast I was attacking the canvas. I don’t take much time in planning, plotting, paint mixing…nothing really matters once I have momentum. I flow along in whimsical ignorance of the proper ways to paint. I enjoy breaking rules and not approaching things the same way every time.
As an oracle reader myself, I feel as if I am reclaiming her. She is MY story. Not a church story or a footnote for God (or the Gods). She is a whole lineage, a river of stories and talents that seeped into my own bones. Her gifts found roots in my heart. Oracles are greatly misunderstood, I could write a whole novel about it. But hear me now, the purpose of turning to an Oracle is not to ask how the seas will be as they carry you to your destiny…no no…they are to tell you of your own navigational brilliance and blunders. How to truly see yourself as you are and how you aim to be. The rest is up to you.